I didn’t know the hotel I booked comes with this kind of view. From the rooftop of Royal Hotel Bogor, some side of the city opens wide. As you can see in the distance, Gunung Salak stands calm against the evening sky. The Cisadane River is shimmering quietly, winding through neighborhoods that has already begun to dim. Looking downward, train tracks run like a quiet underline to the day’s last sentence. Last bu not least, the sun is dipping lower. No rush. No drama.
like literature, live needs to be sweet and useful